Chris
Bernard stormed out of the dining room, leaving a deafening silence in his wake. The seed that I had had Leonard send to us with an overnight courier sat in the middle of the table, unappreciated.
Slowly, I turned to see Ava, Patricia, and Clara looking at me; Ava had shock and dismay written across her face, while Patricia and Clara just looked… tired.
“I’m so sorry, Alpha Chris,” Clara suddenly said. “My husband has been rather... difficult lately. Ever since the infestation started…”
“He’s just stressed,” Patricia added. “He’s not usually like this.”
I shook my head and offered both of them a reassuring smile. “Please, don’t apologize. I figured this might happen. I just wanted to try and make a nice gesture, that’s all.”
Ava touched my arm from across the
